I lay accused Of much saucy sorcery A comique travesty Of injustice Of lying with a mate Of a wiccan witch My plea lay before me And yaye Verily didst i say He limply didst try To have his way And much awkwardness Dids't follow But i was much revolted And disinclined to enjoy As i was not the type To have such sauciness With any kind of boy As he limply did Try to lay But was unable Under such a fine table To put on Any kind of display Where-in his goodly wife interjected And saying i spoke troth As he was so oft To try any available broth Where-in he was put in stocks And was allowed To keep on his socks And i was duly cleared at the bench And thereafter had frolics With his goodly wiccan ***** For we were both thesbians Or something of that ilk And shared many a moment Of curdling our milk